I sat in the lobby of a fancy San Francisco hotel looking around slack-jawed... you feel like... you’re Eleven in Stranger Things, standing in the dark nothingness of the Upside Down, looking at something miles away.

I’m watching a video of my toddler [in Elsewhere], shot just a few weeks ago, eating breakfast in his highchair. It’s just another iPhone video shot on just another day. But re-watching it now, his rounded cheeks bubble up from the screen. His hair glistens with a quality of light that’s just not there in reproductions. And a bit of yogurt sticks to his lips, so real, so visceral, that I remember 3D video at its best is second only to real life.